My father loved old westerns. Maybe it was the comfort of knowing that for those 2 short hours, good could be counted on to triumph over evil. Maybe it was that it reminded him of summers spent rounding up cattle on the estancias of Argentina. He loved the scenic views of majestic Montana, and one of the enduring memories I have of watching them with him is the sight of the cavalry, appearing on the horizon, spread along the mountain range. It’s what I think of when Elisha tells his servant to look up and see the armies of the Lord surrounding what had appeared to be an invincible enemy. It’s how I picture Psalm 121,” I will lift up my eyes to the hills; from where does my Help come?”
Mountains can be counted on to always be there. Living in Switzerland, it was delightful to come to rely on the breathtaking views that never failed to disappoint. Mountains in our lives can be things we come to depend on to always be there, and the Lord warns us in Isaiah 54 that He will sometimes remove those from us, so that we come to depend only on Him. “Though the mountains and hills be removed, my covenant of love will never be removed from you”.
New York never expected the Twin Towers to vanish from their skyline. As unlikely as it seems, when those comforting mountains of strength disappear from our lives, we should remember a. that God promised us they might, and b. that His love for us will NEVER depart.
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